The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 405

**The Perfect 405**

Alexander spent the majority of the day cocooned in the soft embrace of his bed. It came as no surprise; he was utterly drained, and the moment his head made contact with the pillow, he succumbed to sleep almost instantly. Throughout the evening, I found myself checking in on him at regular intervals, each time feeling a wave of relief wash over me when I discovered him peacefully resting.

As the clock inched toward dinnertime, I decided to bring him a meal, just in case hunger stirred him from his slumber. I entered the room quietly, careful not to disturb the tranquility that enveloped him.

Waking him felt like a betrayal, yet I knew that allowing him to go hungry would do nothing to alleviate his current predicament. So, I gently set the tray down on the table before making my way to his bedside.

“Alexander?” I whispered softly, giving his shoulder a gentle shake. “You should eat. I brought you something special.”

He groaned softly, turning onto his back and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Thanks, love,” he mumbled, propping himself up on his elbows, the sheets pooling around his bare waist in a disheveled heap. A faint smile tugged at my lips as I moved to pour him a steaming cup of tea from the pot I had prepared.

“Ella?” His voice, still thick with sleep, held a hint of confusion. “Why did you bring her here?”

A frown creased my brow as I glanced around the room, scanning for any sign of the person he mentioned. The space was empty, save for the two of us.

Oh, no.

“Alexander…” I began, my heart sinking as I realized the depth of his distress.

His expression crumpled the instant he grasped the implications of his words. He pointed to a spot in the room beside me, his voice trembling. “So that woman, in the Omega uniform… She’s not here, right?”

I shook my head slowly, trying to suppress the shudder that threatened to escape at the mere thought of an unseen presence lingering nearby. Alexander groaned in frustration, flopping back onto the bed, burying his face in a pillow as if to shield himself from the weight of his own fears.

“Eat,” I urged, forcing my voice to remain calm and steady. “And keep resting. You’re just stressed, that’s all.”

“Either that, or the missing mate bond is—”

His voice, muffled by the pillow, suddenly cut off, and my chest tightened at the unspoken truth hanging in the air. I knew precisely where he was headed with that thought.

The absence of the mate bond was driving him to the brink of madness.

“I’m sorry, Ella.” He pushed the pillow aside and sat up again, his expression filled with remorse. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s fine,” I replied, my jaw clenching involuntarily as I turned my gaze away. “But I’m not imagining things. If it were truly about the mate bond, wouldn’t it be affecting both of us?”

It was a feeble argument, and we both recognized it as such. Yet, it was a flimsy excuse we clung to for the sake of our fragile peace of mind.

“Right.” With a heavy sigh, Alexander swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, making his way to the table. “I’ll eat, and I’ll rest, and everything will be better in the morning. Thank you for bringing me this.” He smiled at me, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips, and for a fleeting moment, the world felt right again.

After leaving him to eat, I turned my attention to Lucien. I fed him, changed his diaper, and dressed him in his cozy pajamas, all the while my mind raced in a chaotic loop.

By eleven o’clock, sleep eluded me, and peace of mind felt like a distant dream. I resigned myself to the kitchen, watching the fire crackle low in the woodstove as I sipped from my cup of tea. It was my third cup when a creaking floorboard behind me pulled my attention away from the flickering flames.

In the doorway stood an older Omega I recognized, clad in her robe and slippers. She was one of the longest-serving members of the staff, and although our interactions were few, she had always treated me with kindness.

“Hello. Would you like some tea?” I offered, lifting the teapot as a gesture of hospitality. The woman smiled warmly and shuffled over to join me, taking a seat beside me. I poured her a cup, and we settled into a comfortable silence for a few moments.

Suddenly, Alexander began to toss and turn, his peaceful slumber disrupted. I glanced over, alarmed to see him thrashing about, his eyes squeezed shut as he murmured incoherently.

“No… No… Stop!”

I gritted my teeth, clinging to the sage as I continued my ritual. It was just a coincidence, I reassured myself. Nothing more. Until—

In an instant, Alexander shot upright, his eyes wide with terror as he locked onto me.

“Ella, stop! You’re making them angry! PLEASE!”

The urgency in his voice sent a jolt of fear through me, causing me to hesitate. Before I could respond, he bolted out of bed, rushing toward me to snatch the sage from my hand. I stood frozen in shock as he dashed into the bathroom, discarding it into the toilet. The embers hissed and extinguished instantly.

“Alexander, what the hell—”

“They’re angry. You can’t make them angry.” He brushed past me, climbing back into bed as if the world had shifted beneath him. “It’s not safe. Not safe.”

I blinked at him, bewildered, as he settled back onto his pillow, drifting off to sleep once more. Just like that, he was out cold, leaving me standing there, rooted in disbelief.

What in the world was happening?

At that moment, my phone buzzed in my pocket, startling me. I pulled it out to find a text from Liam lighting up the screen.

“They’re releasing me from the hospital first thing in the morning. I don’t suppose you’ll be free then?”